There are many kinds of Power in the Worlds: fire and signs, water and tides, breath and song, earth and stone. But nothing in all the Worlds is more powerful than Creation, and her sister Destruction. One-shot.

Estella is the Granddaughter of the Queen of the Land of Shadows. Like her mother, she wishes to be treated older and be able to live her life. She learns of her mother's tale and strives to succeed in where she failed: leaving forever.

Even though Helena's home, she can't stop thinking of the other world. Valentine particularly comes to her mind, and she wishes she could see him again. What happens when her wishes come true? Helena/Valentine pairing.

Helena finally learns not to confuse what she wishes for with what is.

"Whatever it is that you did this time, just get over it and apologize already." Helena asks a question and gets more than she bargained for. A one-shot.

And when he does, he gets a little more than he's bargained for. But that's not to say it isn't fun regardless.

Valentine knew he was a very important man. He had a day named after him. Helena may have rolled her eyes at that but she knew it too. She knew it so well, she decided to do something to prove it to him. Helena/Valentine. Implied Helena/Anti-Valentine.

A short drabble about Pingo and his feelings for Helena. PingoxHelena because we need variety XD

And then there was the girl who was such a freak that the circus ran away to join her. Helena's back in her own world, having visions and mislaying her pencil. MirrorMask/Labyrinth crossover.

In the dark of the newly destroyed world, Valentine and Helena make a contract-juggling partners to the end. A story on how the two work in the aftermath of their adventure to come together again.

A slightly different take on one of my favorite scenes. This is my first attempt at a songfic, so please be nice

"Then, pausing to let the substance of her words sink in, he turned to her and asked 'What'" Helena/AlternaValentine. Title is lame, but will do. Chapters are very short.

Vance mused on the irony of fate that had brought him where he was, back to where he'd started so many years ago. It was a distant memory within his mind. He remembered a tower high above the clouds and glass. He'd been 8 then...

Valentine practices a new trick for Helena, but where exactly IS she?

It's been a year. Helena's 16th birthday looms and Valentine is still missing...Whilst Helena learns to love her masked creation, Valentine has to cope with a teeny tiny monster named Envy...eventual VxH I promise you! R and R, pretty please!

Helena's thoughts at the giants downfall.

Valentine as he was before the movie. 'You're an awful, awful man.' Was that true? Were Valentines awful? They were wonderful, of course, but what was wonderful wasn't always good. Slight H/V.

Valentine is gone. Or so Helena thought he was. A mysterious Valentine clone emerges at her school, intertwining the real world and the world of Helena's own making. Updates: Finally starting a sequel to The Dark Prince.

I actually wrote this for almost two years ago. It's some sort of poem structure. Not sure. Strange? Takes place near the end of the movie. Spoilers, blah blah.

She only drew him so she would remember.' You can spend your life waiting and never see a thing. You can spend your life watching and never get what you want.

Helena is starting to wish she was back in the land she saved a few months ago. And now, she's having dreams that transport her there, but she doesn't know if they are real. And her thoughts continue to linger back to Valentine. Helena/Valentine

One-shot. The world is full of masks. Valentine knows this. Without a mask, your not normal. Valentine muses. Set during the movie. Undertones of Valentine/Helena

Helena watches love bloom in the circus and wonders about nurturing her own feelings for someone only vaguely like the one she misses. Other Valentine/Helena/Valentine, Pingo/OC

Ok, working title ripped from Cowboy BeBop. My Continuation from the movie, more to come as it inspires me hopefully, but if it seems really close to someone else's let me know

When you thought it was all a dream, it comes back to haunt you and your children. History repeats itself, secrets are retold, and shattered hearts must be mended.